1 comments/ 5721 views/ 5 favorites A Year with Jonah Pt. 01 By: Thenewboy0 JANUARY 14th I wasn't sure how I feel about all of this. When my landlord told me we'd be getting a new inhabitant to our shared accommodation house in the new year, I was, in honestly, indifferent to the notion. We already have Sugar Si (named so because of his sweet nature), fat Clair (named so because she's fat), and Ethan (named so because his name is Ethan). I didn't think we needed another member to our, rather dysfunctional, household. But there he was, stood in the doorway of the house at 7:30 in the morning. It's was earlier, but I was up - a day away from work hadn't put a snooze on my internal body alarm clock. I found it a little pleasing that he had rung the doorbell. He had a key to the place, this was his house now, but he rung the bell; this showed me my new friend had manners. "You must be Jonah?" I greeted with a smile. He was tall, taller than I expected. His eyes were bright, and his lips... If i could find the words to explain how gorgeous his lips were, I'd be years trying to find them. I couldn't really tell what type of body he had under his clothing, but if his face was anything to go by, I had a feeling that I'd be trying to catch a glimpse of him coming out of the shower. "Yeah." He smiled back, as i gestured him into the house. The only belongings he had on him where in a large brown suitcase, that he struggled to carry in. "Your room is upstairs and the first one of the right, just by the bathroom." I smiled at him. He didn't say a word to me. He nodded and took his case up to his room. This is where I started to get pissed with the idea of the new housemate. I'm not too sure how this is going to pan out... JANUARY 15th I like this new housemate. He can stay. Last night, after a pretty awkward first encounter - by awkward, I mean he went straight to his room and stayed in there for half the day - he decided to come and join me for a bit of crap telly watching in the living room. I was already in my usual armchair by the time he came in. He took a seat on the far end of the sofa and lounged - I was going to say something about his feet being on the sofa, but he was a bit too pretty to say something horrible to, so I decided against it. The programme he had walked halfway in on was a programme named "Buns." It wasn't the best programme in the world, but I loved it. It told the story of three gay, and one bi, friends trying to survive in London. Jonah had just joined me at the start of a, rather steamy, sex scene. As the clothing of both young men on the screen came off, I turned to Jonah. "Are you okay watching this?" I asked. "No problem with me, mate, watch what you want." He didn't seem to interested, he focused more on the phone that he had taken from his pocket. "You sure? I don't mind putting something else on? There's meant to be a good film on the other channel?" "Honestly, mate, I'm fine with this, just wanted to come down here for some company more than anything." Jonah smiled. I left him to his phone and turned my attention back to my programme, and then I saw it. Just out of the corner of my eye, in Jonah's direction, he was fidgeting. I turned my head, only a little, to see what the commotion was about. His trouser region had become a little uncomfortable, apparently. Then, I realised what was going on. Jonah was enjoying it, he was enjoying my programme. More to the point he was getting hard over it. He was gay, or bi in the least, and he was, to my knowledge, available. After that mini-celebration in my head, I claimed tiredness and went to bed. All the way up the stairs, the thought of Jonah's crotch was the only thing I could think about. I wondered what it was like, if it was large, or average, if he was cut or not, and whether or not, he would let me put it inside of mex As I reached my room, I closed the door slightly, got completely undressed and got into bed. I had left the door partly open for a reason; my bed was directly opposite the door, and if I laid upon it naked, and Jonah saw, maybe I would catch his interest. I have to admit, I didn't have the most desirable body in the world, I was slim, and had the beginnings of a six pack, but no real work done there. I had a rather 'bouncing' butt, always shaved and a little peachy. My dick, well, it was about 7 and a half inches, I hadn't measured it for a while - it would've been more than enough to pleasure Jonah. I stayed awake for a rather long time, over 3 hours had passed, and I had been sprawled out on my bed, completely naked, for over an hour. Jonah had no once walked passed. I guess he must have gone to bed already. With a feeling of defeat, I got out of bed, still naked, and headed for the upstairs bathroom, where I found myself rather shocked. Just as I left the door of my room, Jonah had made his way to the top of the stairs. We stood there for a moment, no really sure what to do - I was completely naked, with a semi-hardened cock, and Jonah was stood there, just in his underpants. I had a feeling that Jonah had been spending the last few hours catching up on my programme, and had found jeans a little too constricting during the sex scenes. Jonah's body put my to shame, and it was beautiful. His whole abdomen was built to perfect, just enough muscle to get my teeth stuck into. His arms and legs was well worked on, I wouldn't have minded to fall asleep in those arms tonight. The wonder hiding underneath his underpants was standing to attention, and really, really, really impressive. "Mate, you're, um.." Jonah stuttered, trying to point out to me that I was naked, as if I had done it by accident. "Shit!" I pretended I hadn't noticed and ran to the bathroom, shutting the door. I should behind it, my cock pulsing, hard as it could ever be. "Mate, you don't have to be embarrassed!" Jonah tried to comfort. "Well, I kind of do! You've just seen me naked! You've only just moved in!" "And?" Asked Jonah. "What do you mean and? I was fucking naked!" "And? It was hot!" It sounded to me like that had just slipped out of Jonah's mouth. "Um, well, I'm, going to bed... Night..." Before Jonah had a chance to move away from the door, I had opened it, and was starring right into those stunning eyes of his. "You think I'm hot?" "Yeah. Really hot." He said. He stepped a little closer. "Hot enough to let me do this?" I reached into him with my lips, and as they kissed his, he didn't flinch, he didn't pull away. He kissed me back, and it was passionate - really fucking passionate - he pulled me close with his arms, hands gripped tight to my ass. He kissed me hard, and I was kissing him even harder. This was not what I was expecting. He took one of his hand and grabbed my dick, as the other held me tightly as he pushed my back against the nearest wall. I quickly took one of my hands and threw it down the front of his underwear. He was full of girth, and it was more than I think my hand could manage on its own. I removed my hand, and with both of them placed firmly upon his perfectly shaped ass I pulled him towards the door of my room. Then he pulled away, smirking. "No, no, mister. We aren't doing this on the first night, I'm having fun with you.' "Fun?" I asked a little pissed at him. "Look, i promise you, one night this week, you'll get the next instalment to this fun of ours." Jonah got to his knees and took my still erect manhood into his hand. "But this is a little teaser of what you'll get next time." Jonah took his tongue and gently licked the underside of my cock. This made my stomach churn with delight and nervousness. His tongue made its way up to my tip, and made several circles around it. Then, with a gentle and erotic motion, he had slipped me inside of his mouth, and was thrusting my cock in and out, deep into the back. The sensation was unbelievable, I couldn't hardly believe that this guy had barely moved into this house. Then he stopped, sliding my cock out of mouth, licking his lips with enjoyment. He got to his feet and kissed me very sweetly on the lips. "Goodnight, Richard." He said, making his way along the hallway and into his room. "Goodnight." I called after him, and then he was in his bedroom, and I was stood, with a raging erection in the hallway. I like my new housemate. I like thought of the coming week even more... A Year with Jonah Pt. 02 JANUARY 20th 'You fucked him!? You fucked him and then left him outside! He don't know this city! And my brother? My fucking brother, Sean? How the fuck is that fair!?' This week's episode of 'Buns' was very good. Ali's brother had come to visit for the week, and Greg had acted like Greg always does, and seduced Ali's brother. I wish I could be more like Greg. My week had not been the most eventful. I had spent every day doing the same thing: go to work, come home, and wait for Jonah to appear, so we could continue our 'fun' (as he called it). Jonah had not been home in five days, and I was doing a late shift tomorrow evening. I had lost hope in Jonah, before he moved in I was a bit of a shadow when it came to men, I spent time with one man and then it would end, and I'd spent the next year on my own. Jonah had come into my life during one of my lonely years, and I had become infatuated with him, and it felt odd. Looking at him, you could understand some my feelings, only some of them though. The rest of my feelings, well, I didn't even understand them myself. Maybe it was the idea of what was to come next time we would be face to face, and cock to cock. Whatever it was, I had a notion that my feelings for him would turn into one of anger, if he didn't turn up and deliver on his promise. JANUARY 27th I really could have punched Jonah today, seriously, I could have. It was almost two whole weeks since our first encounter, and then he decides to come home in the middle of the day. I was sat at the dining table with fat Clair having a tea when he came in, smiling and trying to make conversation. I was polite, but that was all. Once he had left the room, fat Clair looked at me with eyes that said she knew everything. "You didn't?!" She gasped, smiling. "Didn't what?" I claimed ignorance to what she was talking about. "You and him! Did you!?" Fat Clair was loving this. "Maybe, well not as much as you think, it was a kiss, and a little touching." I explained, trying to dampen her dreams of me and Jonah. "Rich! That's not like you!" "Yeah, well it won't be again. He hasn't talked to me since, he hasn't even been here!" "Yes he has, he been here every day whilst you've been at work. I talk to him a lot, I think you should go and talk to him." Fat Clair made a gesture with a raised eyebrow that indicated she knew something. "What is it? Did he say something?" I asked, leaning in closer a little. "No! No he didn't! I swear, but he did ask about you a lot! I think you're an idiot if you don't go and speak to him!" I nodded at her, and got up from the table. I made my way upstairs and headed for Jonah's room, where i assumed he would be hiding. I knocked on the door, but the music from inside muffled it. I collected my courage and headed in, and then I froze in the doorway. Jonah was laid on the bed, naked, a fully erect cock in his hand, masturbating. His eyes were closed, so he hadn't noticed me. I should've been getting hard over seeing this, but I was too angry. "Jonah!" I yelled. His eyes opened, and then he jumped into alert, turning off the music and covering himself with the beds duvet. "Richard! What the fuck are you doing?" I laughed at him, this was absolutely ridiculous. I turned and left the room, storming my way to my bed, where I slammed the door. I sat on my bed, and I cried. I was crying for at least 10 minutes before Jonah came in, dressed in just his underwear and a t-shirt. "Richard, what the fuck is the matter!?" He asked, trying to sound concerned. "Oh, you do remember the people who's dicks you suck!" I was being bitchy, but he deserved my childish side. "Do you actually have any understanding of why I've not been here in the evenings? Do you?" I shook my head. "You know what... Forget it..." Jonah turned round about to walk out. I jumped off of my bed and leapt at him, catching him on the shoulder and nearly tripping him over. "Please, Jonah." I begged. "Please just talk to me." Jonah turned to me sharply, tears filling his eyes. "I'm sorry..." He fell into my arms and held me tightly. I wasn't sure about him, but I felt safe. After an hour of talking, sat upon my bed, Jonah opened up to me. He told me about his past, about the long list of women he had been with, and the two men. It seemed to me that the numerous women were of no significance to him - sexual partners during his "straight" phase - though the two men, he told me plenty about them. Both treated him as bad as anyone could be treated. Last week one of them had contacted him. "This is what he did to me..." Jonah was stood up and lifting his t-shirt. There on his chest and stomach were bruises, and lots of them. I couldn't understand how some could try to damage something that beautiful. "I'm so sorry..." I apologised to him, I had jumped to conclusions, and I truly did feel horrible for it. "It's fine, honestly, you were a bit of a dick though..." He laughed a little. "Though, maybe, you could make it up to me?" He smirked. A smile grew on my face, and the crotch of my trousers expanded. "Is this that fun you were talking about?" In a flash he was on my bed, on top of me. His perfect, full lips kissing mine with more passion then before, whilst his hands began to undress me. First to come off was my t-shirt, then my jeans followed. I quickly removed his t-shirt and we were both in our underwear, with our hardened manhoods rubbing together. "Take them off..." He whispered through a moan. I took no time to question it, my underwear was off and thrown at my closed bedroom door within seconds. Jonah's hands investigated around my chest, down to my stomach, and then to my pleasure zone, the place I wanted nothing more than to bury inside Jonah's amazingly formed buttocks. Though, I think Jonah had different opinions on what would be buried where. As his gorgeous body made its way down to my cock, until his perfect, beautiful face was level with my erection, he placed one hand upon my butt cheek, quite close to my hole. He turned himself on the bed, my cock still in his hand, until I was faced with his bulge, concealed until underwear. I took this as a hint, and pulled the front of his underwear down enough for me to remove his cock. Being face to face with his glorious manhood, I was a little scared. It was huge, in length and in girth, and I was sure it was more than I could manage, but I took up the challenge regardless of my fears, and slip him inside of my mouth. It felt and tasted better than I could have ever imagined. Every inch of his cock was perfect, in size and in ever other sense, and I knew I would begrudge letting this out of my lips. His tongue began to trace lines along the length of my pulsing penis, whilst a finger made its way inside of my hole. This filled my mind with nervous thoughts. "What you doing there?" The words had slipped out of my mouth - as had his cock - I didn't want to say them, but I had, and now Jonah was looking directly at me; leaning his chin upon my dick. "Don't you like that?" He asked. "No, no, I do, it's just usually, I'm the one with my hand there... Well, more than a hand..." Jonah smirked. "I think you might be in for a treat with me then..." He returned his attention back to my pleasure, back to where I liked it. He took my throbbing piece in one and hand, and guided it slowly into his mouth, whilst the other made its way into my hole again. I took his cock back in my salivating mouth; my own giant Jonah lollipop. Jonah licked and sucked and stroked my cock, whilst his other hand made light work of my asshole. He started off with one finger, but at the point were he could probably taste the precum that had escaped me, there was three fingers in. There are literally no words to describe the pleasure that man gave me, the wonderful, indescribable, pleasure. I didn't want him to leave, I wanted Jonah to say in this bed with me until we could not suck or fuck or stroke anymore, but I knew it wouldn't last. His cock slipped out my moist lips as I hit the peek of ecstasy. As he sped up the rhythm in which he finger fucked my asshole, and the motion with which my cock jolted in and out of his throat, I couldn't hold back. I exploded, hard, my thick cum had burst into his mouth and his throat, and by the way he carries on, I assumed he liked the taste. He finished swallowing the last few drops of my white liquid, and released me from his strong jaws. He licked his lips and looks up into my eyes. "You're good, you know that right?" He smirked. I didn't know how to respond, He made his way up to my face, and kissed me gently. "Good?" I asked. "Yeah, you taste good, and you know what you're doing, but you could be better." As Jonah said those words, I felt like throwing him to the floor and showing him just how good I can be, but I refrained. "Better?" I tried not to sound too pissed, I don't know if it was working though. "Nothing bad, it's just, if we're going to carry this on, and I really do want to, you're going to need to train a little..." "Train?" I asked. What the actual fuck was he talking about? Did he want me to get a tiny set of Dumbbells for my cock? "Listen, I've got some stuff in my room, a few toys and that, I'll leave them outside of your room later, and just, have fun!" He smirked. "You like the word fun don't you?" I laughed, though I didn't truly understand what he was talking about. He left my room after a few minutes, and I laid in bed, contemplating what exactly he was going on about. Then, came the knock at the door. In my still naked state, I went to investigate. I opened the door, and there upon the floor was a cardboard box, a post-it note attached to the top: "Train for me! Jonah x". I took the box into my room and placed it on the bed. I took no time in opening the box and removing its contents: an arrange of butt plugs and dildos, all of them different shapes, sizes and colours. Now I understood what Jonah wanted. This was getting exciting. A Year with Jonah Pt. 03 FEBRUARY 17th It all came to a head on the week of Fat Clair's birthday, and I don't know what is going to happen now... If I was honest, Fat Clair is not a lady of many friends. She had myself, Ethan, Sugar Si and now Jonah, but that was it, that was the amount of people who would be in attendance to her birthday dinner; the event of the week, happening on Friday. Monday: "How you doing with them?" Jonah was stood over me, whilst I laid on the bed, fumbling through his box of toys. From the evening he presented me with this little box of wonder, I had been, as he has asked, training as best as I was able. Having never been one to bottom, this was a whole new experience for me, and one that I was unsure I would completely enjoy. I was wrong. I started, as I should have, with the smallest of the dildos; pink in colour with enough girth and length for someone of my experience. The first insert was accompanied with a large helping of lubricant - I had spent an hour googling how to do this properly. If I wanted this to go well with Jonah, it had to be in the right way - and after about 20 seconds of uncomfortable and awkward pain, the 5 inch toy slid in nicely. It was nice, comfortable you could say, and the feeling of it inside me made me harder than I have ever been. I think my ass liked to be taken. Over the next week and a half, I 'upgraded' myself. I continued with my starter toy for a few days, and slowly began to make my way up the sizes, until finally, on the night before this encounter with Jonah, I reached the peek: a large, realistic feeling and looking, skin toned colossus; and I loved it. It felt intense, invigorating and almost heavenly. The orgasm it gave me was indescribable. Jonah instructed me with this next part, he told me that one I had reached the colossus (as he called it) I was to take the biggest of the butt plugs and keep it inside me, all day until I came home to him. I had done as he had asked, and now I was laying upon my bed with him standing over me. "I did it." I beamed, answering his question. "Would you like to check?" I turned onto my stomach and held my ass out towards him. Jonah took no time in undressing my bottom half, my jeans and my underwear were off in seconds, and Jonah was presented with my new shaved butt cheeks, and between them the large flat end of a black butt plug. "You did this for me?" He grinned, his big hands caressing my ass. He loved this, he enjoyed having me at his command. "I did, baby, what's my reward?" I smirked. With my left hand, i reached behind me, and took his groin in my hand. He was already standing to attention, i could feel it even through jeans. Jonah spanked my butt cheek, then he quickly removed his jeans and his t-shirt, then his underwear. This was happening, the moment that I had dreamed about, the moment I had cum at the thought of since the moment that I saw his beautiful face. He was going to fuck me, and he was going to fuck me hard. He placed his legs either side of mine, and sat his ass upon the backs of my thighs. With two gentle hands he took the end of the black butt plug and tugged it lightly; it did not budge. He tried two more little pulls, and yet again there was nothing. With small efforts having no effect, he took one large, and quite hard, pull, and the butt plug came out with a slurp. I could feel my hole relax, but not for long. Jonah took both of my hands and placed them firmly upon my cheeks. I got the message and spread them for him. I expected the next feeling to be his 10 inches of pure ecstasy, but I was wrong. I felt Jonah lower onto my back, as his face levelled with mine, he kissed my cheek gently, then I turned my head so I could kiss him too. Our lips locked in a dance of sexuality charged passion, both moaning with excitement for the next part. Then, the kiss ended, and Jonah started to lift up, though not before his whispered to me. "I love you." It was then that I knew. I knew that this was more that just a fling, there were feelings here, and Jonah loved me. Jonah lifted up fully. There was a few seconds where I could feel him taking his cock in his hand, lubricating it up and directing it towards my awaiting asshole. Then, with one gentle push, he was inside me. He started slow and cautious. He was bigger than I could have anticipated, I felt fuller than I thought I was going to be able to manage, but as the speed of his thrusting quickened, and the rate at which his balls slapped against my ass, my worries disappeared and I was lost in pleasure. I was moaning, and I was moaning loud. My hands had now moved from my ass and were gripping tightly onto the duvet. With every movement of his hips, a wave of wild, sexual ecstasy overcame me. "Get up, baby, get up for me!" Jonah commanded, panting through moans and he slips his cock out of me. I got to my knees and turned to him, he was already laid on his back. His glorious cock beckoning me; my own personal colossus. I swiftly straddled him. My legs either side of his hips as he took his manhood and directed it at my hole. This was the moment, the moment I wanted more than anything. I wanted to take control of this situation, I wanted to ride him, and I was going to. When his cock was finally inside me, I took no time in showing him how much I wanted this. I began gently moving my ass into his crotch, speeding up momentum with every movement. Then, placing my hands upon his chest, I began to lift my ass up into the air, before slamming it down hard upon his cock. Jonah threw his hands upon my waist, gripping tightly. Then he began to thrust his cock deep and hard inside me. Somehow my body was being elevated in the air, as his hips made sure that his dick was being buried inside me. I took my own cock in my hands and began to stroke it. The pace picked up quickly, and I knew that he was close, and so was I. The pressure was building, more so in him, I could feel it behind every movement, he was going to burst soon, and I could not wait! "Are you going to cum for me baby? Are you going to cum inside of me?" I managed to ask through my animalistic moans. Though before he could answer, he was. He had hit the peek, and his delicious, thick, juices had filled my hole, and it kept on coming. I couldn't take it anymore, my body tightened, and a wave of unbelievable pleasure overcame me. It took a moment for me to realise where I was or what had just happened. I slipped Jonah's cock out of my hole, and laid myself beside him. He was panting heavily. His stomach and chest covered in my load. He grabbed his t-shirt and wiped himself clean, before turning to me. He had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen, so clear and bright and blue. I kissed him gently upon the lips. "I love you, Jonah." "I love you too." He smiled at me, before placing another kiss upon my lips. "Thank you." He said, though before I was even able to ask him why he was thankful, his eyes had closed and he was asleep. I wrapped my arms around him tightly and rested my head upon his firmly built chest. I wasn't sure if it was down to what had just happened between us, but I felt safe beside him. I felt as though nothing could ever hurt me. FRIDAY: The rest of the week consisted of three things: preparing for Fat Clair's birthday, working and getting fucked by Jonah. My Jonah. As the evening of Friday came, Jonah and myself stood in my bedroom, in front of the mirror with Jonah, stood behind me, pulling my tie up to my collar. "Richard, Richard, Richard, if I could rip that suit off of you and through you on that bed, I would fuck you so hard! You look so fucking hot!" Jonah kissed my neck in several places, and my crotch reacted. I leant my head back into his neck, before pulling away from him. "Now, now, you! We've got to leave in a minute, and I pretty sure not even you are that quick!" I laughed. Jonah smiled, then he wrapped his arms sweetly around my waist. "For you, my Richard, I would do anything!" He kissed me gently upon the cheek and then took me by the hand and guided me down the stairs to the rest of the house, all ready to leave. "I wish you two would keep you cocks away from each other for five minutes!" Sugar Si joked. "They'll do that we you put a hat over the one on your forehead!" Ethan jested, Sugar Si hit him on the arm for that comment. We all left the house and headed for the restaurant of Fat Clair's choosing; it was a fancy establishment, offering foods from around the world. As we reached the large golden doors of the restaurant, I could feel Jonah's mood change. His grip upon my hand tightened and the look upon my face told me he felt uneasy. "Are you okay, babe?" I asked him, noticing his eyes were focused upon a car that was parked just outside the restaurant. "Ye-yeah, couse! I'm fine!" Jonah replied. He was not fine. Something was wrong, and I did not like this. The five of us entered the calm environment of restaurant - named chullican, for some reason - and then, my world came crashing down. "Jonah?" Came a voice from the bar, all five of us turned, and Jonah's fingers slipped from mine. "Faye?" He muttered. I could not tell if he was angry, happy or upset. If I was honestly, I did not want to find out. "What are you doing here?" She asked him, "I thought you said you were at your mums for the week?" She looked at all of us. "Well, I was, but-" Jonah began. "Hang on! Jonah?" I grabbed his shoulder and turned him to me. "Who is this?" I knew as soon as the words had left my lips that I did not want to know the answer. "She's Faye." He told me. "And who is Faye, exactly?" I ignored this woman, and I ignore everything else, I looked Jonah dead in the eyes, and I knew what he was about to say, and the mere thought of it made my heart collapse in on itself. It was painful, but not as painful as what he was about to tell me. "She's my wife..." Jonah told me.